Daily Logs 1-20-15

I. Joe figures out what's "right" with AU Roca
II. Ilanis convinces Rorin to message his fiance



I.
AU!Roca: *still confused over Zen'ar's message and insistence that they had a conversation the other day, walks into (Prime!)Sickbay to get herself scanned* *not particularly concerned, but Zen'ar got himself checked already and suggested she does the same*
Joe: *is on-duty, getting caught up on some of the findings from the previous experience* *looks up as AU!Roca enters* Hello, can I help you...?
AU!Roca: *suppresses a snort, because for some reasons Joe appears more stressed than usual to her, plus his sentence ended kind of hesitant* *additionally, he shouldn't be in here at all, he's a Security Officer. So this must be the AU* *considers to leave, but then again: Getting checked here means it won't show up on /her/ Starfleet medical file* Well, I hope you do. I'm very eager to know if something is messing with my precious Cardassian memory.
Joe: *blink* *eh?* Um...okay, what makes you think that is? *puts down the PADD and strides over*
AU!Roca: Actually I /don't/ think it is, but one never knows. *a little uneasy and impatient. Doesn't like Federation Sickbays*
Joe: *small frown; she looks...nervous* *Well, with all the weird the Legacy encounters, it really could be...well, anything.* Well, we could do a scan to be safe. *trying to sound reassuring*
AU!Roca: *actually looks mostly impatient and probably a little annoyed with Joe* *gives him a /look/* That's what I just asked for, isn't it? *and that is one of the reasons /why/ she dislikes Federation Sickbays: She doesn't trust their doctors to do their jobs. Or that they really stand to this ominous oath they claim to take*
Joe: Er, right. *eep ._.* Well, make yourself comfortable on an empty biobed and I'll get started.
AU!Roca: *approaches the nearest empty biobed and sits down* *crosses her legs, which are resting on the cushion, including her boots because that's her definition of “comfortable”* *waits for Joe*
Joe: *gets a medical tricorder and is going over Roca with said tricorder* Has anything been feeling...off, at all? *probably a pointless question but he asks anyway*
AU!Roca: *snorts this time* I apparently lead a conversation that I didn't. Could have been my counterpart, but she can't be that good, can she? *the irony, since she's evidently fooling someone from the other universe, too, and just this moment*
Joe: *shrugs* I haven-- *cuts himself off* *Okay, either the medical tricorder is wrong, I'm more tired than I thought, or this is AU!Roca.*
AU!Roca: *lifts her eye-ridges and sits up* What? Found something? *damn, hopefully not really her Cardassian memory!*
Joe: According to this you've still got a uterus...but your file says otherwise. *totally not awkward at all*
AU!Roca: *did not expect that* *and looks accordingly* My file says /what/? *that can't be the reason for anything, can it? No, it's just an information about her counterpart, apparently*
Joe: *pause, then the question finally occurs to him* You're from the other universe, aren't you? *that would explain muuuch*
AU!Roca: *grins humorlessly* Looks like you've found me out.  
Joe: *shoulders raise and lower slightly in a sigh* *just under his breath* Another alternate universe it is, then.....
AU!Roca: And a strange one. Are other people missing organs, too?
Joe: *headshake* Not from what I can see, but there's...differences. *has only met one other person from this particular AU but details*
AU!Roca: There sure are. Know about yourself, yet? *now that he knows she can as well talk freely about it* I still want that scan, by the way. *beckons him over*
Joe: *er* *nods and resumes the scanning* We've crossed paths, yeah.
AU!Roca: Then you know why I was surprised to see you here. Why not Security? *blatant question is blatant*
Joe: *silent for several moments before replying* I guess...my talents really don't fall much in that area, so.... *awkward shrug*
AU!Roca: *keeps half an eye on the scanner* Ah. So you have chosen a career path that suits you, over one that primarily makes you happy. *still fails to understand that concept of personal fulfilment*
Joe: I'm not saying I don't like being in medical; I'd prefer being in Sickbay than being shot at. *or chased by Death Kangaroos* *or...don't go there dude*
AU!Roca: My experience is that being shot always gets you to Sickbay sooner or later.
Joe: *chuckles* I'm saying I'd rather be the doctor than the patient. *though that hasn't stopped him from being said patient several times =_=* *scan is complete* Ah, there...according to this everything seems to be in order, apart from the obvious...difference.
AU!Roca: Aaah. *overly enlightened, a parody of having indeed needed an explanation of what he was saying* Well. *sits up and swings her legs over the edge of the biobed* I doubt my /uterus/ made my dear friend delusional or me forget things.
Joe: Indeed. *unless there's some weird quirk of Cardassian physiology that would say otherwise that nobody knows about*
AU!Roca: *the Cardassian doctors would know* *unless it's a very rare condition, only happening in this very anomaly* *... yeah, what happened is probably her counterpart's fault* All right, doctor. It was a real pleasure. *glad it's already over*
Joe: *small smile and nod* Try not to get into anything...well, anything that would land you in here. *If you can help it in any case.
AU!Roca: No promises. *quite sincerely* As for me, /I/ would always prefer being shot at over being in Sickbay.
Joe: *blink blink* *okay then* Um.... *has nothing to say about that*
AU!Roca: *snorts a laugh* You could do with a little more self-confidence.
Joe: *=_=* You're the second person this week to say that....
AU!Roca: Can I make an educated guess?
Joe: Go ahead.
AU!Roca: The first one was your alternate self.
Joe: Is it that obvious? *apart from the fact that I already stated that we've run into each other...literally*
AU!Roca: It's what I'd have told you in his place. *snorts* It's even what I've told you in mine.
Joe: *small chuckle* *you and about half the crew* *okay /maybe/ not quite that many* Yeah.... In any case since all's in order, you're free to go. *was that what she was waiting for?*
AU!Roca: *wasn't waiting for anything* Wow, you must be quite eager to get rid of me. *not offended, though*
Joe: *ears turn pink* Er, well, not that...just you're not hurt or anything wrong *just from another universe, that's normal* so there isn't much point in still being in Sickbay if.... *that and you seem to give off an air of /really/ not liking the place*
AU!Roca: *you're right, I hate this place so much I'm still in here out of my own free will* Ah, of course. I won't distract you from your work. *however tempting it is* *but it's also unprofessional, and even though she's not the unprofessional one if she keeps talking, she still gets the concept*
Joe: *small nodnod* Well, uh, see you around, then...? *or your counterpart from this universe?*
AU!Roca: Maybe. And next time: Chin up. *points at her chin, lifts her head and walks out like that*
Joe: *watches as she leaves, wondering if that was encouragement or her screwing with him* *shakes his head and returns to his duties*
AU!Roca: *wanders through Prime!Legacy for some time, ending up in the arboretum waiting for a rift to take her back*



II.
Ilanis: *in one of the briefing rooms, because it's a quiet, solitary place to work, reading a PADD with data on what's known of the anomaly so far*
Rorin: *off-shift, has been wandering around through the hallways looking for rifts, currently headed for astrometrics and lost in thoughts, getting more and more giddy with excitement while he's thinking, suddenly stops in front of one of the briefing rooms, decided that he needs a few minutes of meditation, asks the computer if the room is free and enters-- the very same meeting room but in the alternate universe where it isn't empty*
Ilanis: *looks up, vaguely surprised to see someone, and then puzzled when it's someone she doesn't know* Hello.
Rorin: *stops abruptly when he sees her; coughs to stop grinning, covering his mouth politely with his hand though; expression turns into surprise* Hello. Eh, I apologize.
Ilanis: What for? *gets up* I don't know you. You're from the other universe, right? I'm Crewman Ilanis.
Rorin: Ahh, yes. *starts smiling when he realizes that he must be in the AU; nods* Yes, I suppose I am from the other side. I'm Rorin. Lieutenant Loreno. *curiously* *in a way she seems familiar and in another way not at all*
Ilanis: I've never heard of you.
Rorin: And I've never heard-- *tilts his head thoughtfully* Or perhaps I did. Yes, I know your name from the older reports in our database.  
Ilanis: Good memory, if it was only one report. There have been a lot of reports and a lot of names.
Rorin: So I'm right?
Ilanis: Unless it's someone else with the same name.
Rorin: Well, there is something familiar about you, but I'm afraid I'm not certain what it is. *^^° aside from a feeling linked to a memory linked to another feeling, which makes it difficult to explain and not very rational*
Ilanis: Mm. What about you? Your name isn't in any reports.
Rorin: That's probably because I died years ago in this universe. Your side's Rorin has never seen the Legacy. *despite the topic he can't stop smiling, it's still a somewhat serious smile*
Ilanis: Oh. Well. Glad you made it. *awkward grin*
Rorin: Thank you. I do know someone aboard your ship, though. Our pasts are  intertwined and I was trying to find him. Sort of. But it isn't easy without some more accurate data. */has to/ see Zen'ar before they leave the anomaly*
Ilanis: *takes a moment to figure that out* Oh. Well, can I help?
Rorin: Perhaps, yes. *nods smiling* I'd appreciate it. But I'm still curious how exactly you're related to my universe, if you'd like to tell me.
Ilanis: How should I know?
Rorin: Perhaps you can guess. *granted, /he/ didn't find out about his relation to the current AU, it was Roca*
Ilanis: *has two guesses* *sighs* Do you know someone called Vekal?
Rorin: I do, yes. *thoughtfully* Yes.
Ilanis: *yay it's the bad option* Ask her about it. I don't want to talk about it.
Rorin: *sorry that it's the bad option :/* *nods* Of course. I apologize. I suppose I am a quite curious person.
Ilanis: *tries to shrug it off* Hey, I don't mind answering questions, just not about that, okay?
Rorin: Okay. *pause, briefly thinking* Well. Do you know someone named Zen'ar?
Ilanis: Yeah. He's a crewman too, like me. Is he the one your past is entwined with?
Rorin: He is, yes. I was looking for him. Do you know him well? *trying to restrain his excitement*
Ilanis: Not really. I mean, we've worked together, chatted a bit, but he's just a guy I know, not really a friend. He something special to you?
Rorin: *nods* My fiance. Well, he /was/ my fiance years ago, before I died. Or he, in my universe. *another reason why his question about Ilanis was insensitive* I'm not certain if he learned about my existence in the meantime.
Ilanis: *Aww that's so sweet. Love across universes! Maybe they can stay together somehow!* *getting excited, too* Do you want to use my PADD to send him a message? It might be a shock if we called him here to meet you. But maybe it would be a good shock. I don't know him that well.
Rorin: *smiles* Ah, he's going to make a scene either way. *chuckles* But yes, I'd really like to message him. I fear if I leave this room I might accidentally leave your universe as well.
Ilanis: Oh, yeah. That would suck. *sides her PADD across the table to Rorin* Here you go.
Rorin: *catches the PADD* Thanks~ *picks it up, for a moment just stares at the PADD, mumbling* Eh, but what do I write, though. *^^°*
Ilanis: "Hey, it's your dead fiance. Get your ass over here."
Rorin: *looks at her, blinks, chuckles* He might think it's a joke, get angry and hurry to come here to kick the sender's ass. *starts writing a message*
Ilanis: You know, maybe you shouldn't use /my/ PADD.
Rorin: *small grin* I'd take blame. *looks up, done writing the message, but hasn't send it yet*
Ilanis: Yeah, if you stick around. *points at him* If you vanish, don't blame me for kicking his ass.
Rorin: I promise, no blame. Careful, though. He's sly. *still doesn't the message* *but that's not because he's getting nervous* *he's cool*
Ilanis: I'm part Cardassian. I'm not scared of sly. *gestures to the PADD and the unsent message* Second thoughts?
Rorin: No. *looks at the message* No. *at Ilanis, exhales with a sheepish grin* I suppose I should just take your offer and send the message. *now, while he can*
Ilanis: Well, if you don't mind me getting philosophical on you, I don't think there's always a should or should not. I'd send it. Worst case scenario, he gets a heart attack and you have another dead fiance. But in the best case scenario you guys happily reunite, and you probably want as much time together as possible, right?
Rorin: *smiles* Ahh, you're right. I better stop being *chuckles* a sissy about this. *looks at the PADD, takes a deep breath and finally sends the message* Sent. It's done. Feels a bit like pulling the trigger.
Ilanis: Hey, who's a big brave *checks the eyes* Betazoid? *teasing grin*
Rorin: *small awkward laugh, getting more excited and nervous* It's been seven years. Eight. *he can do math, really, just not now* What if he doesn't like me anymore?
Ilanis: That would be sad.
Rorin: Or he could be with someone else. His life moved on, just like mine. *in contrast to Zen'ar's ghost, who thought he had died just recently* Ah. *slides her PADD over the table towards her* Thank you.
Ilanis: At least he's happy, from what I've seen. *slids the PADD towards herself* That would be a good thing, right?
Rorin: It would be, yes. *glances at the door* Well, I suppose I'm going to find out one way or another.
Ilanis: This is so cool.
Rorin: *smiles at her nervously* I hope so. From all possibilities I didn't consider this one. *small headshake* Zen'ar, alive, on a Starfleet vessel. I didn't even consider the possibility of him being alive /somewhere/. *though it must be so*
Ilanis: I live with the guy. I mean, on the same ship, not in the same room. It's weird meeting someone who thinks he's dead.
Rorin: Eh, yes, I suppose it is. It's weird to find him alive. *after seeing and feeling him die...*
Ilanis: I hope it's a good kind of weird. *not fond of morbid topics*
Rorin: It is. *nods smiling* Very good. Very. *^^°* I am quite nervous, though.
Ilanis: I would offer to hold your hand, but I think it might be misinterpreted.
Rorin: *small grin* I suppose to, but thank you. Zen'ar is incredibly jealous.
Ilanis: Well, I doubt I'd be much competition anyway. *glances at the door* Do you think he got lost?
Rorin: Ah, you'd be competition. /If/ he got lost, though, he'd have a problem. He wouldn't ask for the way, because he didn't get lost.
Zen'ar: *didn't get lost and didn't stall time with standing in front of the turbolift or this door, that would be ridiculous...!* *opens the briefing room door*
Ilanis: *little wave*
Zen'ar: *freezes, stares at them with an expression between indignation, shock and surprise* …!!
Rorin: *breaks into a wide relieved smile* Hello Zen'ar. It's good to see you. *for the lack of better words...*
Ilanis: *gets to her feet* Will you boys play nice if I leave you alone?
Zen'ar: *still not moving, but staring* What, what's this nonsense? /It's good to see me/?!!
Rorin: *to Ilanis* Of course. *^^°* Thank you very much.
Ilanis: *points at Zen'ar* Behave. I like this guy, from our short conversation. *picks up the PADD and heads for the door*
Zen'ar: *winces when Ilanis suddenly points at him* He said /it's good to see you/! I'm, I, yes, he's gonna live! *”it's good to see you” after he frigging died!*
Rorin: *she likes me* *chuckles* Have a nice day, Ilanis. See you around.
Ilanis: *gives Zen'ar a sympathetic look, this can't be easy for him, and heads out*